The Elendilmir by pandemonium_213

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Fanwork Notes

First, I am indebted to the skinks, geckos, frilled lizards, chameleons and other squamates of the Lizard Council for their invaluable critique and their long-standing indulgence of the Pandë!verse. Many thanks to Rhapsody, oshun and Moreth for vetting this at various times and for their continued encouragement, good humor and affection. Also thanks to oshun (Maitimo & Findekáno and A New Day), Gandalf’s Apprentice (Sword of Elendil), Jael (Nightfall), and Surgical Steel (see Surgical Steel's Fan Fiction as well as her stories here on the SWG) for allowing me to borrow from their canon.

As usual, I must designate this as AU -- or more accurately an alternative history -- because of my defiance of canon (while remaining strongly informed by it) and because my vision of Middle-earth is more congruent with our primary world. Tolkien wrote wonderful essays on the origins of the sun and the moon (1) in which he attempted to retrofit his cosmogony away from the scientifically untenable “flat earth” concept and thus emphasized his notion that his legendarium represents an imaginary history of our primary world. I draw inspiration from these writings as well as others in The History of Middle-earth, The Letters of JRR Tolkien and Parma Eldalamberon.

As a life scientist, I also imbue the "magical" beings of Middle-earth - Elves, Dwarves and incarnated Maiar alike - with humanity; this does not mean that they lack mysterious characteristics and thus convey a sense of the Other to mortals of our race.

Although I have selected some canon characters from the SWG drop down menu, be aware that most (Valandil being the exception) have minor roles with respect to Sámaril, the OMC. The mortal protagonists of The Elendilmir were not fleshed out by Tolkien even though they appear in his writing, e.g., Aragorn’s great^nth-grandfather - Valandil. Others -- the queens of Arnor and Gondor -- were not even given names by JRRT! Another OC made an appearance in Risk Assessment and pops up here and there in Sámaril's recollections of his life in Ost-in-Edhil.

Update: Given the number of OCs (both Elven and mortal) in The Elendilmir, I have added their names and brief descriptions at the end of each chapter. Many thanks to Claudio for his input on Elven naming traditions. The link to the name generator is provided below. I have also used the Parma Eldalamberon vol. 17 as a source for root words and have coupled these with Claudio's name generator (a highly recommended resource).

Language resources:

Ardalambion

Hisweloke Sindarin dictionary

Quenya & Sindarin name generator

Parma Eldalamberon vol. 17

Be aware that I write as a “translator” and often use a modern voice (but devoid of banal slang – I’ll save that for other fics). If you’re looking for flowery archaic language or Tolkien mimicry, you will not be satisfied with my writing. 

This is a work-in-progress so I am a tad nervous about posting it. I am a rampant revisionist. However, I have the story arc sketched out so hopefully I will not tear this into digital shreds in the future.

(1)Tolkien, J.R.R. "Myths Transformed" In The History of Middle-earth, vol XI, edited by C.R. Tolkien, 369-390. London: HarperCollinsPublishers, 2002.

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What has transpired previously (synopsis of The Apprentice):

Sámaril, born in Ost-in-Edhil around the year 1440 of the Second Age, trained as apprentice and then journeyman under the guidance of Istyar Aulendil, the brilliant but mysterious master craftsman of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain. Sámaril –- an ambitious young man -- admired his teacher greatly and was ever eager to impress him. Aulendil in turn nurtured Sámaril’s talents in the deep arts. Although sparse with his praise, Aulendil took pride in his pupil’s acumen and even harbored avuncular affection for him.

Under his mentor’s tutelage, Sámaril crafted many artefacts and made a name for himself in Ost-in-Edhil. Aulendil also instructed Sámaril in the psychology of Men via uncanny methods. As Sámaril progressed in his studies, Aulendil gave him a coveted but secretive assignment: the crafting of rings, culminating in Sámaril’s creation – with Aulendil’s assistance – of nine Rings of Power. 

Aulendil betrayed the smiths of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain and the people of Ost-in-Edhil terribly: his true identity as Sauron was revealed when he forged the One Ring and declared himself. This deeply personal betrayal by the man whom he had admired and trusted, together with the death of his family, damaged Sámaril profoundly. Nonetheless, he managed to keep himself from falling into a pit of irrevocable despair and found purpose as the master smith of Imladris.

Melian's Girdle

Fanwork Information

Summary:

A young child of Men befriends Sámaril, the troubled master smith of Imladris. The Noldorin craftsman experiences the joy and pain born of friendships between the Eldar and mortal Men and comes to question his people’s values as his life becomes entwined with Isildur’s youngest son and two powerful women of the Dúnedain. A sequel to The Apprentice.

Chapter 38 - The Crow's Nest:  While Elerina establishes her informal seat of power in Gaillond, thus revealing to Sámaril her former role as Isildur's queen,  the elven-smith quickly becomes bored with trade negotiations and resolution of disputes among the local nobility.  The reminders of Isildur continue to exert a negative effect on Sámaril, causing frustration between the couple.  But Sámaril also begins to dream of the Sea, which sparks a desire to take ship out on to the open waters, ostensibly to learn more about the working men of the Númenórean exiles.   He finds the ship on which he wishes to sail and meets its captain.  

Major Characters: Elendil, Elrond, Glorfindel, Original Character(s), Sauron, Valandil

Major Relationships:

Artwork Type: No artwork type listed

Genre: Alternate Universe, Drama

Challenges: Strong Women

Rating: Adult

Warnings: Mature Themes, Sexual Content (Moderate)

Chapters: 39 Word Count: 182, 002
Posted on 12 January 2008 Updated on 8 October 2024

This fanwork is a work in progress.

Table of Contents

The Elendilmir begins in the year 3434 of the Second Age. While hiking in Imladris, Sámaril reflects on meeting with Elendil, Isildur and Isildur's sons and his uncanny experience when handling Narsil.

Sámaril returns to the House of Elrond with his find, lets his elvish serenity slip and berates a worried parent. This causes him to recall another bad-tempered moment in his past and a subsequent conversation with Glorfindel (Laurefin).

Sámaril takes some relaxation in the Hall of Fire and requests a song originally written by Fingon and elaborated upon by Maglor. The song sends him into recollection of a dance in Eregion.

Heads up here for mildly adult concepts and heresy pertaining to the ever popular "Laws and Customs of the Eldar."

Sámaril returns Valandil's refurbished toys to the kitchen of the House of Elrond and encounters Valandil's grandmother.

Character list provided in end notes. Many thanks to oshun, Rhapsody and Moreth for their betafying!

Sámaril is introduced to the Queen's peregrines and sets his hands and mind to something other than alloys and equations.

Thanks to Moreth, Rhapsody and oshun for their comments! Likewise, many thanks to Gandalf's Apprentice for letting me borrow her birds (see link to The Sword of Elendil in the Story Notes).

Sámaril and Thorno encounter flirtatious Laegrim ladies in the bathhouse, and Sámaril recalls the Athrabeth Huxley ah Wilberforce Mélamírë ah Manendur.

To be on the safe side, I'm rating this Adult for mild sexuality. I probably should slap a big H on it for Heresy, too. Many thanks to Rhapsody, Moreth and oshun for their lively feedback.

Sámaril celebrates the winter solstice with Queen Isilmë, and things get a bit heated with Midhloth.

Many thanks to Moreth, oshun and Rhapsody for betafication and to Jael for her compliments.

Sámaril and Elerína reach an understanding on a cold winter's afternoon.

Thanks to Rhapsody and the skinks* at The Lizard Council for betafication. List of characters provided in end notes.

*Moreth, oshun, and Jael :^)

Sámaril must deal with a terrible accident on the moor, and news arrives from Amon Sûl.

Warning to the squeamish for a gruesome scene.

Many thanks to the various reptiles of The Lizard Council for their excellent feedback. Samaril is honored that Thranduil, Galion, Magorion and their men granted their approval for a nod to their bravery at the Morannon (please see Jael's fabulous Nightfall). Thanks to Rhapsody for feedback pertaining to the hounds of Middle-earth. Our discussion was a lot of fun, and greatly inspired by her muse, Celegorm.

Much to his discomfort, Sámaril is reminded that he shares some traits with his former mentor, and Isilmë recounts the sacrifices to Melkor and their impact on her. Isilmë also points out that Sámaril does not disguise his feelings as well as he thinks he does.

As always, thanks to the skinks, geckos and other reptiles at the Lizard Council for feedback.

Sámaril receives a summons to Amon Sûl. The palantíri are not functioning, and it is hoped that he can repair them. But before he begins his journey, he delves into his memory to recall the technology applied to the crafting of the Mirror of Galadriel -- a technology that may also be featured in the palantíri.

Thanks to the skinks and such at The Lizard Council, in particular to Claudio for feedback on Quenya constructions.

Sámaril escorts Elerína to a woodland glade where they listen to Lindir's music. He remembers his visions of the very distant past and of the future when he participated in the first studies of Galadriel's Mirror. While immersing himself in Lindir's music, Sámaril then enters a meditative state in which he sees the Threads of Vairë. These trigger two visions: one wondrous and the other dark and frightening.

Thanks to the Lizard Council for the picking of juicy nits!

Sámaril and Thornangor, along with Lónando, the Dúnadan knight, and his squire, travel along the Great East Road to the tower of Amon Sûl. Although the master of the palantír has misgivings concerning Sámaril's involvement, with Queen Isilmë's endorsement, Sámaril applies the deep arts in an attempt to repair the palantíri...and receives guidance from their maker.

Thanks to Skinks Extraordinaire -- Gandalf's Apprentice, Jael, Moreth and oshun -- of The Lizard Council for critical feedback and comments.

Thornangor takes Sámaril hiking in the Weather Hills to help ease his friend's discomfort after the vision in the palantír; while exploring the slopes of Amon Sûl, Sámaril encounters the inexplicable when he steps into a small dell. When returning to Imladris, the two smiths are attacked by a hill-troll.

The smiths arrive in Imladris on Midsummer Eve. While Thornangor celebrates, Sámaril, tired from his journey, spends the evening in quiet conversation with Elerína. She tells him of her frightening but puzzling encounter with Sauron in Armenelos.

Heads up for a bit of mythological cross-over with The Ramayana.

Sámaril assists Valandil in a matter of craftsmanship and comes to a logical conclusion concerning the peacock brooch. Couriers arrive from Osgiliath, bearing news from the Alliance, and Sámaril learns of the hardships of the siege from Glorfindel's letters.

Thanks to Drummerwench for picking the nits and to Jael for allowing me to borrow Thranduil again.

Valandil rescues an injured peregrine chick and demonstrates an unexpected talent. An eagle arrives in Imladris with tidings from the siege: victory comes at a heavy price. Later, the herald of Gil-galad returns to his home.

Thanks to the Lizard Council (Claudio, Jael, Moreth & oshun) for critical feedback.

A character list is given in the End Notes; see also the appendix.

Elrond recalls the fall of Gil-galad, Elendil and Sauron as well as how the literal fall of Barad-dûr will be accomplished. Sámaril learns the fate of the One Ring and counsels Elrond on the nature of the Rings of Power: that even the Three Rings of the Elves are not altogether benign.

Thanks to The Lizard Council, notably Oshun, Jael and Moreth, for critical feedback.

Shortly after arriving in Annúminas, Sámaril explores the city of the shores of Lake Evendim. He sees that although the lives of the Middle Men of Arnor may be improved by the presence of the Númenórean exiles, they still face the consequences of mortality, just as they did many years ago in the settlements around Tharbad. It is with these consequences of mortality that Sámaril struggles as he prepares for his farewell to Isilmë.

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First, thanks to The Lizard Council (Drummerwench, Oshun, Jael and Moreth in particular) for comments and feedback.

I use common Anglo-Saxon (or Celtic in some cases) names for the Middle Men with the assumption that these are translations from Westron. With regard to languages, I adhere to the Seamus Heaney approach to translation and do not hesitate to use certain words (and names) familiar to the contemporary mind, e.g., "tenement," as translations from the "original text" in my tertiary world of JRRT's secondary world.

A glossary and a short list of characters may be found in the end notes of this chapter; the longer list of characters is given in the Appendix.

Sámaril bids farewell to Isilmë and later meets the keeper of the palantír of Annúminas, a man who once worked under Annatar's guidance in Númenor.

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Many thanks to Drummerwench, oshun, Jael and Moreth (The Lizard Council) for critique and comments.

A few characters are listed in end notes (see also Appendix). Also in the end notes is an excerpt from The Lost Road, Vol V. of The History of Middle-earth which provides context for the conversation between Sámaril and the old engineer smith.

The first year of the Third Age finds Sámaril saying farewell to Midhloth and welcoming the returning Firstborn to Imladris. Erestor brings back more materials for Sámaril's planned -- and secret -- project. Later, Glorfindel shows Sámaril what he discovered in Sauron's inner chambers of the Barad-dûr.

Thanks to The Lizard Council, specifically Drummerwench, Jael, Claudio, Moreth and oshun, for critique and comments.

When Sámaril prepares to craft a Yule gift for Valandil, the details of an essential component's design elude him. In order to clearly visualize the design, he must delve into bittersweet memory of his former mentor, Istyar Aulendil.

Thanks to the Lizard Council, specifically Aearwen, Drummerwench, IgnobleBard, Jael, Moreth and Oshun for invaluable critique and comments. Also a tip of the hat to Lintalomë who, in comments on Lethe's LiveJournal, jolted the dark muse's memory of Tinfang Warble (History of Middle-earth I, Book of Lost Tales 1).

Sámaril celebrates the feast of the winter solstice with a memorable dance and receives his gift from Valandil.

Thanks to the variegated skinks of The Lizard Council for nitpicking, comments and all 'round good skinkiness.

Tension mounts in Imladris when Isildur and his elite Guard do not arrive in the autumn of the second year of the Third Age. Valandil has his worst nightmare yet at this time, causing Elrond and Sámaril to wonder if this is an echo of the drowning of Númenor. This leads them to discuss Valandil's sensitivities. Elerína's anxiety for her husband increases. The following spring, three soldiers of the King's Guard stagger into the valley.

Many thanks to picking of the nits by The Lizard Council. (Jael, Aearwen, Drummerwench, elfscribe, Moreth).

The reader's familiarity with "The Disaster of the Gladden Fields," Unfinished Tales, J.R.R. Tolkien is assumed.

When Sámaril is summoned to the Council of Elrond, he discovers why the succession of Valandil to the throne of High King of Gondor and Arnor is in question. After agreements are reached, Valandil utters a prophecy concerning broken Narsil, and Sámaril later overhears a heated conversation between Elerína and her sister-by-marriage, Lindissë -- Anárion's widow and Meneldil's mother.

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Many thanks to Jael, Aearwen, Moreth, and Drummerwench of The Lizard Council for comments and nitpicking of the draft.

If it wasn’t clear from any of the preceding 24 chapters that The Elendilmir represents an alternate history of Middle-earth, it should be apparent in this one. A significant fly in the heirs of Elros’ ointment was spawned via the often heretical elements that comprise the overlap of Venn diagrams of Surgical Steel’s interpretations of Middle-earth and my own. Thus I owe Steel a debt of gratitude for graciously allowing me to borrow her characters and concepts. I have linked the Steel's stories that are specific to this chapter in End Notes. You may also find her work here on the SWG, at her LJ repository -- surgsteelfic and on The Last Ship archive. I highly recommended her work. The saga of the surgeon, Serindë, is a compelling one and represents one of the best OFCs crafted.

A genealogical chart of Númenóreans pertinent to the Pandë!- and Steel!verses is included in End Notes.

With The Elendilmir rated as Adult, this may be superfluous, but here's a warning for strong language nonetheless.

After a terse farewell to Elerína, Sámaril departs abruptly from Imladris in the company of a healer, Brethilion. They arrive at Casarrondo (later known as Moria) to exchange their skills for mithril and gems from the Dwarves. On the way to an audience with Durin the Fourth, Sámaril sees a mural hidden in the shadows and recalls an unusual observation made by Istyar Aulendil.

Thanks to the Lizard Council for pre-reads, to Darth Fingon for post-publication edits and to Surgical Steel for suggestions concerning the elven-healer. See end notes.

In order to obtain a diamond and mithril from the Longbeards, Sámaril agrees to teach the Dwarves an unusual art that will allow them to extend their gold stores for trade, and Láki introduces Sámaril to a form of Dwarven relaxation.

Thanks to the Lizard Council for encouragement and feedback. Please see End Notes for glossary, background on Sámaril's art and more acknowledgments.

Sámaril prepares to journey with Láki to the northern mines to search for mithril but encounters Brethilion, distressed because he has been called upon to treat an important Dwarf-woman and her child. Sámaril and Láki descend into the roots of the mountain where an increasing sense of dread and disturbing dreams of shadow and flame afflict Sámaril.

Heads up for some medical stuff in the first part of this chapter (and thanks to Surgical Steel for helping out Brethilion's craft as well as a pre-read). Although he does not describe it in graphic detail, Brethilion mentions a grisly obstetrical procedure that was used in non-progressing labor before the advent of forceps for delivery; this might be disturbing for some readers. Other than that, this chapter is rated PG to PG-13. Many thanks for the Lizard Council for comments and nitpicking.

For saving Durin IV's heir and his mother (Durin's granddaughter), Brethilion is awarded with unusual gifts. With their departure from Khazad-dûm imminent, Sámaril and Brethilion are the guests of honor at a celebration in Láki's mansion where Sámaril is faced with peculiar Dwarven cuisine, finds himself the object of attraction by a Dwarven-lady and then plays matchmaker.

Many thanks and bows of "at your service" to the Lizard Council -- Jael, sanna, Aeärwen, Surgical Steel, Raksha, klose, Drummerwench, Russandol and Darth Fingon. Special thanks to Darth for linguistic assistance. See end notes for that.

Some mild sexuality in this chapter: soft R-rated at the most.

Sámaril returns to Imladris where he is met with a cool reception from Elerína and admonishment from Elrond who has deduced that Sámaril, however well-intentioned, has exposed young Valandil to the perilous deep arts. Sámaril’s evident distress resulting from these events prompts Laurefin to suggest star-gazing out on the moor where they have a frank conversation.

Thanks to all my reptilian pals on the Lizard Council: Steel for a pre-read, Raksha and Drummerwench for suggestions of where to prune a bit, Russandol for catching nits, sanna, Jael, Oshun, and Aeärwen for comments, and Darth for under-the-radar philosophical natterings about the mores of the Calaquendi and the Moriquendi. There's also a little nod to one of Rhapsody's ficlets -- Prince of Hearts -- in there, too.

Sámaril finds Elerína waiting for him at the rock where he heard Valandil cry out from the river twelve years before. There, guided by his heart, he makes a decision that will forever affect him.

This chapter is a solid R-rating for sexual content, more than "moderate" but not graphic either; just obvious as to what is occurring.

Thanks to Lizards Surgical Steel, Erulissë, Jael, Aeärwen, Drummerwench and Russandol for comments, nit-picking and otherwise holding my hand.

When Elerína and Sámaril tell Valandil of their love for one another, Valandil does not receive the revelation well.  However, when Sámaril enlists Valandil's assistance in crafting a gift symbolic of the elven smith's love for Elerína, Valandil appears to be brought round to accepting his mother and Sámaril's life together.

Thanks to Lizards Russandol, Surgical Steel, Scarlet10, Sanna, Aeärwen, KyMahalei, Moreth, Oshun, Lilith, Elfscribe, Raksha, Drummerwench & Darth Fingon for comments, lively discussion and valuable critique.

Stymied for inspiration and spurned by the diamond to be set in the new Elendilmir, Sámaril agrees to accompany Elerína to the sea so that he may learn more of the Númenórean exiles..  On the way, they visit Elerína's eccentric cousin, Apairivo, a lord of the province of Cardolan, who has a fondness for wine, whisky and a special kind of rope.

Thanks to the skinks, geckos and chameleons of the Lizard Council for their most excellent feedback and encouragement.  Special thanks to Darth for name-wrangling.

Sámaril accompanies Apairivo on his inspections of his tenants' crofts.  He discovers that Apairivo has a peculiar avocation, one that reminds Sámaril of Valandil's gifts. They enjoy the hospitality of the farmer and his wife, but when Sámaril lets down his guard, thanks to drinking a couple of generous flagons of hard cider, Apairivo asks a very direct question about an indelicate subject.

 

 

Acknowledgements:

Thanks to my fellow Lizards -- Oshun, Raksha, KyMahalei, Erulissë, and Surgical Steel (an extra nod here for Steel's generosity for sharing her toys with me in the Tolkienian sandbox) for comments and feedback, and especially to Jael for assistance on matters equine.

After Sámaril and Apairivo arrive at Farmer Butterbur's croft, Sámaril is called upon to assist Apairivo with delivery of a calf and discovers one of the ways that Apairivo uses his gift of rope from Gil-Galad.  Once again, Sámaril enjoys the hospitality of mortal Middle Men and drinks and dances with Butterbur's household. However, on the way back to the manor, Sámaril unintentionally reveals something of his past that causes Apairivo concern.  This is further exacerbated when Apairivo mentions an observation made by Carnhul, his horse, and later confirmed by the sleepy Elerína.

 

 

Acknowledgements:

Many thanks to Lizards Elfscribe, KyMahalei, Erulissë, Randy_O, Drummerwench, Aeärwen, Jael, Russandol, sanna, Gandalf's Apprentice, and Surgical Steel for comments and critical feedback on this and the previous chapter.

On their way to the sea, Sámaril and Elerína travel down the Baranduin on The Otter's Tale, a traders' keelboat, manned by a motley crew of Middle Men, including the superstitious but well-meaning Captain Rinan.  Elerína makes an offering to the River-mother, but will it deflect the threat of the Elder King's fierce storm that bears down upon them?

 

Acknowledgements:

Thanks to Surgical Steel for the nattering that led to the term "the Wind-lord's finger" and to Lizards Darth Fingon, Aeärwen, KyMahalei, Oshun, Elfscribe, Erulissë, and Russandol for picking nits and comments.  Deep-fried cockroaches with tartar sauce for all!  And an extra serving for post-publication nit-picking from Drummerwench!

Please see end notes for more acknowledgments.

Captain Rinan and the crew of The Otter's Tale deliver Elerína, Sámaril and Sigilros to the haven of Gaillond, a seaside town near the mouth of the Baranduin.  There the port reeve and others welcome Elerína, the widow of a king and the mother of the king-to-be.  Limaerel, the housekeeper, shows Sámaril and Sigilros the villa built by Tar-Aldarion, but personalized by Isildur.  Sámaril finds that the many reminders of Isildur have an undesirable effect.

Rated R for sexual content.

 

 

Acknowledgements and such: Thanks to Darth for much under-the-radar nattering and generously allowing me to reference his canon (the black lobsters). Same to Surgical Steel. I give a quick nod to her Zâmin, the noblewoman of Umbar, who was Isildur's first love.

Gaillond is, of course, non-canonical (*faints from the shock*) but to me, a logical extrapolation: one would think that a port town might exist near the mouth of the Baranduin, which may have served as the waterway to Annúminas.  Gaillond bears reference to the Gloucester of New England and Wales. From Wikipedia: "In Old Welsh, the city was known as Caerloyw, caer = castle, and loyw from gloyw = glowing/bright." 

I also invoke the right of "translator" for the blatant use of Latin. Surely there were words in Quenya for the equivalent of a frigidarium and caldarium. I just don't know what they are, and Sámaril and his former mentor are of no help at all..

Uin the Great Whale may be found in The History of Middle-earth, Vol I, The Book of Lost Tales I.

Many thanks to the Lizards for the pickin' o' the nits.

Because it has been a while since I updated (almost a year), I'll recap briefly: 

Sámaril (Ringmaker and Annatar's former apprentice, now master of the forge of Rivendell) and Elerína (Isildur's widow and now Sámaril's lover) and have arrived in Gaillond, intending to spend the summer there. The jewel that Sámaril has obtained from the Dwarves, and will use for the new Elendilmir, resists his attempts to apply the deep arts to it. Elerína believes this is because Sámaril needs to learn more of the Sea and the descendants of the Númenóreans who live and die by it. Hence, they arrive Gaillond, a port town northwest of the mouth of the Baranduin River. This chapter picks up about three weeks or so after their arrival.

Thanks muchly to the Lizard Council for their grooming and suggestions for the motifs on the ships' colors.  Darth Fingon's name generator came in handy, too.

 

 

Although I have noted characters in the End Notes of chapters, a more or less comprehensive list is provided here.


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There is a beauty in this chapter that I just can't quite place my finger on it, perhaps it has also to do with my current perception of death and finding peace in how one can let go of a life well lived (be it short or long). Of course the connection to other wise women & hidden cultures (and as you might know by know my interest in one particular), the rituals, grace of Elerina. I can now make all kind of assumptions, go wildly about how everything will connect in your verse and how well it undoubtly will resound with me. But you know, it's like I am tasting another good glass of wine and I just want to kick back and enjoy where you will take me once more with this story.

 This being said, I was dreading a bit how Samaril would take her death and also how I'd take the passing of a very muchly beloved character, but well did read it with tears in my eyes. Leave it up to this fabulous woman to arrange some more healing for your elf and to connect him to someone who deserve such a thing all the same. Steamboots, weee! Yes what a fascinating and believable take on that bit of HOME!

Thanks so much, Rhapsy.  I tapped into RL experience from having seen loved ones peacefully letting go of a life well lived, and I admit I was a bit misty eyed when writing it.   I'm not certain everything will connect (I see plenty of spinoffs) but hopefully, the major threads will be woven together.  That part of The Lost Road just blew me away, and really there's contemporary (at least contemporary to the late 19th century and early 20th century) technology that skims under the radar in Tolkien's works.  I'm trying to discipline myself from riffing off on Finairon's story.  He must have one: Middle-earth meets steampunk! :^D

 

 

Oh what a great chapter so complete with the tra-la-la's :) That tickled me enormously including the mentioning of the male lead and his background. This one has many intriguing riches which will probably require a re-read. Midhloth getting married, the Lords of Imladris are finally home and the mentioning of tossing the ring in the sea had me chuckling. How spot on that tossing stuff into the sea won't be that productive (my browser is rebelling right now). Makes one wonder how the Silmaril of fire could be recovered by Fëanor. Hmmm, great food for thought! A great chapter with lots of character development, plot development, rich visual narrative and so much much more.

I was hoping you'd catch the nod to your Erestor of The Inner Light. :^) 

Yes, Glorfindel's off-hand comment about tossing the bloody thing into the sea is a nod and a wink to his advice during the Council of Elrond in The Fellowship of the Ring.   And with Sauron out of the picture (at least temporarily), he can "storm the Dark Tower"* and get some loot, too. ;^) 

Thanks so much, Rhapsody!

*From The Fellowship of the Ring, Gandalf says, "Even if you chose for us an elf-lord, such as Glorfindel, he could not storm the Dark Tower, nor open the road to the Fire by the power that is in him.'"

So much intriguing material here! The casual reference to 'dryads' caught my attention, for one thing, and I liked the interaction between Samaril and Midhloth.

I somehow wonder if Samaril's pain at talking about his wife is less because he's an elf and more because of the guilt he feels from having been Sauron's apprentice? Especially when you see Galfaron having healed some of his bad memories...

The secret project? Oh, given what Samaril's worked on previously, that makes me a bit apprehensive, too.

I really like the interaction between him and Laurefin.

And slide rules and coffee!

And Samaril's lamp being in Sauron's desk - that's intriguing!

Can't wait to see more!

Thanks so much, Steel, for the comments and compliments both!

The dryads are one of my indulgent convergences from the oddities in the Book of Lost Tales I, e.g.,

About them fared a great host who are the sprites of trees
and woods, of dale and forest and mountain-side, or those
- that sing amid the grass at morning and chant among the
standing corn at eve. These are the Nermir and the Tavari,
Nandini and Orossi, brownies, fays, pixies, leprawns, and
what else are they not called, for their number is very great:
yet must they not be confused with the Eldar, for they were
born befoxe the world and are older than its oldest, and are
not of it, but laugh at it much, for had they not somewhat to
do with its making, so that it is for the most part a play for
them;

...and tavaril (fem.) and tavaro (masc.), early Quenya/Qenya words meaning "dryad, spirit of woods."  I figure these are some sort of Fays/Maiar who guard certain trees, but in my 'verse are as capricious and prone to supplication as their Graeco-Roman counterparts.

Oh, yes, Sámaril's guilt definitely derives from having been Sauron's apprentice and that infects all his memory. The Nazgûl, who appeared in 2251 of the Second Age, are also a painful reminder of what he did since they all bear rings he had forged with Aulendil's guidance.  But, I hope, this guilt will have a satisfying resolution.

Yes, Sauron liked Sámaril's lamp enough to take one with him when he left Ost-in-Edhil and returned to Mordor to begin forging the One (see Chapter 11 of The Apprentice).

Heh.  Yes, a slide rule.  I swear, I am writing Revenge of the Nerds - Middle-earth Style

The secret project is coming up in the next chapter (under draft) so stay tuned!

Thanks again! 

 

 

 

Yea!  Wonderful!  Coffee, slide rules, the lamp (I'd wondered if that would reappear after I'd seen it last in the apprentice.), and secret projects (I have ideas, but I expect I'll be fantastically wrong.) But I have to ask -- did Laurefin drink all of the single malt whiskey and gunpowder tea and did he eat the cacao and lose the vanilla and pepper? Do excuse me, I may be pushing it with the cacao as Sauron might not have gotten that far (Why not? The Portuguese did and with very small ships and no steam engines.) but don't you think he'd have some single malt and a very peaty one at that on hand?

I'm continuing to be greatly impressed by your characterization of Samaril; I think you are doing a lovely job of exploring the issues of guilt, grief and the possibility of redemption (I'm hoping; the poor fellow's been through quite a lot and more to come, I suspect.).  I am also delighted with your handling of elven immortality; you do a nice job of exploring some of the issues associated with that. I hadn't really thought much about how it would impact relationships with people both mortal and otherwise until your last chapter and the comments you made in your response to my review.  I do appreciate how you explore the many subtexts that have to be present in interactions with people who have known one another for so many years and also the many experiences they have had.  

Great job. Keep it coming, please?? 

"did Laurefin drink all of the single malt whiskey and gunpowder tea and did he eat the cacao and lose the vanilla and pepper?"

:^D  It's certainly possible that he took said booty and distributed among the troops hanging around on Gorgoroth, but not before stashing some away for himself.  As an aside on the cacao, I embrace the idea that the Númenóreans were extraordinary navigators (hey, that's canon! ;^)) and so things like cacao, capsicum pepper, a variety of Nicotiana, and -- dare I say it -- even potatoes, tomatoes and maize may have made their way to Middle-earth by way of these intrepid mariners. :^)

 "I think you are doing a lovely job of exploring the issues of guilt, grief and the possibility of redemption (I'm hoping; the poor fellow's been through quite a lot and more to come, I suspect."

Thank you very, very much for that assessment and also for the comments on elven immortality.  You shore up my confidence on these tricky themes.  Yes, there is much more to come. 

And the answer to the secret project is in today's addition.  

Thanks again for your compliments and comments, Lilith, and for your support! 

What a fully-loaded chapter!  I just love how you subtly hide clues in the details and how your stories have that delightful "unity". I've a feeling I will be referring to this chapter in the future ;-D. Sam's feelings upon seeing Midhloth in the arms of her Silvan lover told me that his interest in her was not entirely just physical for him, even if he doesn't love her.

I also enjoy his fatherly scenes with Valandil and it makes me feel that Sam will play a major part in the boy's life. As to his obvious tension with Elerina, I liked her saucy reply to his comment but will you be torturing him any longer?  Now that Midhloth's not around anymore, I'm afraid Sam will be grumpy again. LOL.

I'm dying to know more about Sam's secret project and your description of Sauron's office and the contents was very "revealing" and underscored very well his complex character. My favorite scenes for this chapter were that of Sam and Glorfy's conversation and that of Erestor's singing of the "Tra-la-lally!" was the most memorable.  Can't wait to see what happens when they hear of Isildur...

Yes, Sámaril is a major part of Valandil's life.  In the vague canonical text, I often wondered about Valandil who was so young when Isildur and his brothers left, while he and his mother remained in Rivendell.  Presumably Elrond remained at the front for much of that time so I wondered who might be a father figure for young Valandil.   With regard to the tension with Elerína, yes, I'll be torturing Sámaril for a while yet. ;^)

In today's chapter, the secret project is revealed, and the Istyar (Aulendil, that is) continues to show that he's not a unidimensional kind of villain.

Glad you enjoyed this and that you continue to read my crazy take on Middle-earth so loyally.  I couldn't resist sticking those "tra-la-la-lallies" in Erestor's mouth.  Thank and thank you again!

Oooh, what a wonderful chapter and finally we know why he collected such things as spider silk! I probably have seen to many eps of Boston Legal, but I had to think of Crane when Sauron was boasting and whistfully talked about fly-fishing. :) And of course much much more. I have a silly thought of who that ancestral fay might have been and how Sauron saw that trait in him :c) Now that is nice to lean back and see how this will unfold.

So that's what he's going to use the materials for! I'm also curious to see what Val will give his surrogate father.  I enjoyed this glimpse into Sauron's lighter side, it's like Sám and Val are "copies" of Sauron and Sam. I've always wondered how and why Sauron and his apprentice got along well even outside of work and this chapter gives one of the many possible answers.  Thanks for the update.

"I'm also curious to see what Val will give his surrogate father"

That's coming up soon.  Very soon!

Yep, there are definitely parallels between Sám and Val and Aulendil and Sám.  That's quite deliberate.  I can just imagine (my version of) Sauron, when Gollum goes plummeting into the chasm of fire, thinking, "Damn.  I should have just gone fishing!"

Thanks again, ww, and another chapter will be up soon.

Truly, only you could send Sauron fly-fishing! And so very effectively :D

Aside: I am awed by Mélamírë's dedication to the Mirror project! That's a long project by the time she finishes it... It highlights well the difference between Elves and Men. I suspect Aulendil will be thoroughly frustrated in Númenor when Ar-Pharazôn wants everything done yesterday ;P 

Another excellent and very enjoyable chapter!

I tend to think Mélamírë worked on the Mirror at intervals, sometimes setting it aside because of the extreme difficulty of the project (I mean, something that will allow the viewer to look forward and backward in time?)  Plus, I'll bet she went through a number of prototypes. :^D

"Truly, only you could send Sauron fly-fishing! And so very effectively"

Thanks muchly.  Aulendil's response to Sámaril, that is, he doesn't always know where his ideas come from, might just be the author's voice slipping through. ;^)

Okay, now I'm curious to see what Valandil's surprise will be.

So many other things to love about this chapter! Mélamírë's observation regarding comfortable underthings - OMG, she's 100% correct. Comfortable underthings can't be overvalued.

Gumshoe soles on the hip-waders! Leonard Leonwood Bean would be proud! That's a great little detail.

Sámaril having a Fay ancestor - that explains so much - how he's able to learn the 'deep arts,' Aulendil's interest in him as an apprentice - oh, that works so well! And Aulendil's points about talking eagles and men that change into bears is a very, very good one! Nice use of Tinfang to back up the point, too.

Oh - and Sámaril and Aulendil as not just mentor and apprentice, but fishing buddies. Damn, if they were out engaging in those sorts of male bonding activities and were friends of a sort, it's no wonder Sámaril still feels the betrayal so keenly.

Wonderfully done, I enjoyed this!

Squee!  So glad you enjoyed this!  Yep, the evils of technology exemplified by gumshoe waders! :^D

Tolkien really waffled a lot on the sentience of the Eagles and its origin.  At first, they were Maiar incarnated as raptors. Then later, when he referred to Gwaihir and Landroval as descendants of Thorondor after he had rejected the idea of the Children of the Valar and Maiar, he went for some convoluted explanation that they had learned language from the Valar but had no fëar, kind of like exalted parrots or something.  I find that wholly unsatisfying.  So in my 'verse, at any rate, the Maiar are out and about among the Children of Iluvatar, kind of like the minor gods and goddesses or demi-gods from Graeco-Roman mythology.

Yep, that Sauron was capable of warmth serves to heighten his betrayal and make it all that more devastating.

Thanks so much, Steel! 

I enjoyed Sám's and Valandil's interaction, esp. when the Istyar starts to think about giving his young charge the "birds and bees" talk and especially the last part--how very fatherly of him--I think he would have made a good daddy. I'm actually excited about what will happen to Isildur (I know, I'm mean) and the main players' reaction to it.  Laurefin's and Erestor's eager participation is the cherry on the cream for this hopeless fancrone.

Thanks so much, whitewave!  Sámaril and Valandil have a strong relationship that reflects that of father and son, but it will not be without its rocky moments.  The forthcoming chapter will concern the fallout from the disaster of the Gladden Fields. :^)  It's a challenge to write in a first person perspective because Sámaril obviously isn't there with Isildur and troops, but there is a way he will experience it to some degree.  Stay tuned!

I can't believe how I've become so fond of Valandil and this chapter had me bursting out in laughter, especially in how he's about to figure out how to ask a lady to dance. The dynamics that follow, including the dancing and the dancing of Sam and Elerina had me sitting on the egde of the chair here. There is so much chemistry between them, the only way it can be seen for outsiders is in the courtly manner. Oh my! Speaking of which, perhaps unintentional, but it feels as if Elerina is now showing how she prefers to hold court now that she is the reigning queen. It feels as if she finally stepped into the spotlight, taking up that role that is finally hers. What a treat, this chapter :)

Thanks so much, Rhapsy! Likewise, I have become fond of Valandil, too, and even if not father and son, his relationship with Sámaril will have many of the same complications as time progresses.   Elerína, although with different strengths from her late mother-in-law, does seem to be stepping to the fore now, but she is nonetheless not Isilmë.

 

This is such a lovely chapter.  I really enjoy the way you've developed Valandil's character and it's good to know even a future king and a rather gifted young man can have his issues asking a girl to dance (and that his mother has the same worries as most other mothers -- those naughty Silvan lasses).  I also greatly appreciated the interaction between Samaril and Elerina; it has such fantastic chemistry and the way the two of them express it within (albeit while straining) the accepted model of courtly manners is most entertaining.  Like Rhapsody, I also enjoyed seeing Elerina come into her own as a queen and the subtle differences in her manner of presentation and Isilme's.  I also liked the similarities between elven culture and that of the Faithful among the Dunedain seen in the shared dances but also the differences between the more similar mores of the Noldor and the Dunedain and rather different Silvan elves.  It's fascinating. I too am interested in the manner in which the fallout from the Gladden Fields affects the relationships among Samaril, Elerina and Valandil.  Looking forward to the next.

Thanks, Lilith!   I tend to think that Valandil, as the fourth son, was not being groomed to be king at this point.  Things will change profoundly in that regard soon.  In fact, i plan to work on the draft of the next chapter this weekend.  Glad you noticed the difference between Elerína and Isilmë.  That assures me that for what I have in mind for Elerína will not be out-of-character. 

I suppose canonically one could expect that Elrond would have been Val's father figure, but my premise is that he was off with Elendil and Gil-galad for several years.  So that gave me room for Sámaril to fill a void in his (long) life.  By now, Sámaril and Val's bond is solidified, but it will be strained, too, not unlike any father and son.

Thanks so much. I'm glad you enjoyed it! 

Loved the setup of the winter solstice.

A piper led the procession from the kitchen, playing a merry tune on a wooden flute. And: a roasted boar -- on a hammered brass platter, surrounded by baked apples and rosemary. The boar was presented to the head table where Elrond presided (Of course, it is March and I had just got the Boar’s Head Carol out of my skull finally and now it’s back again in a fury! I love it, but it is insidious.)

Your use of the poem was wonderful and worked very well. I thought of Gladden Fields.

As the stars that shall be bright when all is dust,
Moving in marches upon immortal plain,
As the stars that shine in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Although Elrond did not say it, he must have felt the dance of the holly and the ivy was not appropriate for a boy nearing the cusp of manhood.

I loved the harking back to the earlier celebration. One thing remains consistent between the two—Sam’s fascination with Elerina.

“And it would be my honor to accept.”

I could do nothing but stare at this lovely creature who extended her hand to me. Elerína then laughed. “You look like a deer who freezes before the hounds, Istyar.”

Love how this entire encounter between Sam and Elerina undoes the accepted theory that elves are all wise and their mortal counterparts less so.

While she danced with the other men, she glanced back over her shoulder, her sky-blue eyes asking me to come back to her, and so I did.

Oh, my. Completely enchanted with how enchanted Sam is and how effortlessly she draws him out.

Her movements matched my own perfectly which puzzled me until I perceived the faintest trace of her presence wavering at the gates of my mind, anticipating my movements. Startled but pleased by her intimate gesture, I reached out with my thought to touch hers. Her eyes widened a little, but she did not recoil. The tentative caress between our minds became a firm grip. We danced as two parts to a whole, anticipating the other’s move a split second before it occurred.

Love the use of Osanwe-Kenta between the Noldorin elf and the Númenórean lady.

Warmth radiated from her hand against my hip, spreading to the pit of my belly. Our eyes remained locked, our thoughts linked but guarded.

Now that is just downright sexy.

There is a saying among my people: No matter how happily a woman may be married, it always pleases her to discover that there is a nice man who wishes that she were not.”

Very, very nice.

My face burned. “Is it that obvious?”

No, Sam! You’re only drooling all over her! And we’ve been watching you for months. I adore his point of view. He is such a guy! Love how she has to beat him over the head with the fact, that she actually enjoys the attention (while appreciating his fumbling attempts at subtlety and honest attempts at respect as well, of course).

Love the part where they have to save Val from the careless Silvan lady! “his eyes had a wild look about them” – poor kid; he is just a little too young!

“No,” I said, raising her hand to my lips. “I have already danced with the loveliest woman here. I have no need of another.”

Elerína blushed again. “You are bold, too, Istyar. I will see you in the morning.” --fanning myself along with Sam here.

Very satisfying chapter—have been yearning for more explicit recognition of the reciprocity of their attraction to one another for quite a while. Not to seem crass and only speak of the “good parts.” I did very much enjoy the look at Val as usual and the gift exchange. The last line was great. Love the relationship between Sam and Val. Not trying very hard to figure out where the story is headed in the end. Am just trying to take the novel one chapter at a time and really enjoy the journey.

Thanks a million for the comments, oshun!  Yes, this story is turning out to be a bigger journey than I had anticipated, but its future -- while not committed to bytes on iBook Angband just yet -- is not at all amorphous.  I know where I am going with it.

The boar's head carol!  Ha!  Maybe my inclusion of the roast boar reall was suggested subliminally by a vague memory of that song on Darth's LJ! 

Thanks again for the comments and for your patience as a reader of this tome! 

Oh my god, what an ending. That squire must have endured so much and then to see his mother, telling her of her husband's and his father's fate must have been horrible. The build up in this chapter is just fabulous, scene after scene you build the tension, especially when I realised that Valandil must share a special connection with his father and lived through his father's death and departure from Arda 'beyond the circles of this world'. I had the shivers when I read that Sam found the boy curled up in the halls of waiting and my mind goes wild to think what parting scene of two souls must have taken place (that most certainly would be a helluva one-shot). The thing is, just with Isilmë's death you know it is coming but you have started to care so much for these characters that you want to spare them from going through this... and once it is happening you - as a reader - feel as family, in a way.

I'm sure Cánomir and his companions have a story to tell, too. *beats back Nuzgûl*

I'm so glad that what was happening in Valandil's dream came through for you!  Given that this is written from Sámaril's PoV, the narrator cannot know exactly what he is witnessing so likewise, the author cannot be overly explicit.  And you know what?  I'll bet that when Valandil is an adult, he will comprehend the true nature of his dreams and may even recollect to Sámaril, his surrogate father, that final conversation with Isildur.  

Thanks so much, Rhapsy! 

This was magnificently done.

The initial dream was suitably eerie, and poor Valandil experiencing his father's death! Thank goodness he has a surrogate 'father' in Samaril to comfort him.

The discussion of inheritance and genetics - that was really lovely, and so plausible that the mind makes odd connections at times.

There's still some really lovely tension between Elerina and Samaril.

Oh, and that final scene - what an absolutely horrendous was to find out that you've lost your husband and three children - it's no wonder Elerina fainted, and poor Vorwen!

Absolutely wonderfully done!

Like I noted to Rhapsy, I am glad that my intention for Valandil's dream and what it signified came across to you.  Sám, as first person narrator, cannot truly know what he is witnessing so I cannot be overly "explanatory."  I'm now inspired to include a retrospective on the dream from an adult Valandil's perspective later in the novel.

I can never restrain my science-nerd so the discussion on genetics appeared (with its tendrils reaching into other fics :^)), but it does connect into Valandil as the progenitor of the Dúnedain royal line in Arnor, arriving at Aragorn, but also no doubt contributing to talents of Val's other descendants.  And it is quite pertinent to Sámaril for that matter.

Thanks so much for reading and commenting.  Now it's on to drafting the next chapter. I have you to thank for some excellent political nuggets to heighten the tension in that one. :^)

It's good that the Istyar was there for his  adopted son when this happened though it must be frustrating for Elrond.  There may be rough patches ahead but I think Val and his foster father's relationship will be able to withstand it since they have gone through so much together.  I also enjoyed the passages about Maedhros and the Istyanis. 

My apologies for the delayed response, wavey.  Glad you enjoyed this latest chapter.  Sámaril and Valandil indeed have some rough patches ahead, but I think you're right.  They'll weather them, but inevitably, there will be an extremely difficult parting.  Thanks so much for reading and commenting!

I know I still need to review the previous parts of this story as a whole, but decided to do this one first. :)

Oh, Valandil… He dreamed of Isildur's death, didn't he?

I love them talking about inheiratence, especially in regards to Maedhros! And I must wonder why he decided to study it. (As for fruit flies, well, let's just say I worked cleaning glassware and such for the freshman bio labs in college my junior and senior years. I had enough of fruit flies to last me a lifetime.)

I think I just figured out who Sauron is married to…

*weeps for the families of those who died*

Oh, review in any order you wish!  I am simply grateful that a) you're continuing with the saga; and b) that you've commented.  Much aprpeciated.  Dawn's vision of Maedhros in Another Man's Cage influenced me here: he bred roses in Aman and had an interest in natural history.   With regard to Sauron, the clues have been laid out like bread crumbs, starting with Trinity.  Congrats on figuring it out!

Although the Disaster of the Gladden Fields in itself was one of the darker moments in Tolkien's legendarium, the true human consequences are sub-textual, and hearken to the losses we see in wars waged in our primary world.

Thanks so much, Indy!

*claps hands and barks like a seal*

Okay, I loved this. :)

The political machinations are so so tasty (but you knew I enjoyed those). And the last catfight? I know it must've been uncomfortable for those involved, but it has me thinking about popping popcorn and hoping there's more of that show to watch.

A fantastic read.

Thanks a million, Steel!  I'm so glad you enjoyed this. I couldn't do it without you. :^)   Seriously, your vision of Umbar, its denizens and their impact on Gondor provide a richness and a more "real" feel (but still with the magic) to Middle-earth. 

"... hoping there's more of that show to watch."

Dang it.  Now i'm mulling over Elerína and Lindissë's interactions back in Númenor.  I expect there were sparks.  I also expect Isilmë (the elder) laid down the law among the women of her household. 

Oh wow, what an ending. Lindissë is quite a piece of work, isn't she? I have to admit, I do like Zimrazra, a woman born for politics done in an exotic manner. And as for Sam, oh dear, is he finally going to give into his wanton needs or... I just bet Elírna has a huge headache at the end of such a day. I love the chart and theories behind it, and now I really have to catch up on Steel's work as well!

 

Thanks so much, Rhapsy, for reading and commenting!

"I do like Zimrazra..."  I'm glad that her strong points came across.  I like her, too, and there are always two sides to things.  Or may three sides or four or five... It would be fun to explore her further, and I'm hoping she might wind up in one of Steel's Umbarin fics.   With regard to Sám, this is no easy decision given the Laws and Customs of the Eldar (which in my 'verse are less biological dictum and far more edict -- strongly analogous to the Vatican handing down what thou shalt and thou shalt not do).

Elerína clearly needs a backrub. :^D

Thanks again!

I loved the references to the wonderful poem in The Sword of Elendil; the sword-lore there is fascinating.  The political maneuvering at the Council is interesting; and the Umbari presence and influence foresees the rivalries and wars between Umbar and Gondor...

I always wondered why Narsil wasn't re-forged until 3018; and Valandil's prophetic verse provides an excellent rationale for the delay. 

Likewise, I'm a big fan of Gandalf's Apprentice's work, and especially The Sword of Elendil which inspired me to write The Elendilmir.  I put some effort into Valandil's prophecy to "Tolkienize" it so I'm glad that came across.

Steel and I have bounced ideas back and forth on the politics involved and figure that different historians will take entirely different viewpoints and that Umbar likely had their own strong history.  A lot is below -- but barely below -- the surface of Tolkien's writings.  Here, the history has parallels with our primary world.

If I recall correctly, Elrond foretold that Narsil would not be reforged until the Ring was found, but given that Valandil has some exceptional abilites (in some ways recalling Tar-Palantir), I'd let him be the prophet.

Thanks so much for reading and commenting, Raksha!

 

Hi!

I'm halfway through "The Elendilmir", but I thought I'd stop to leave comments :)

I've been meaning to read this since I finished reading "The Apprentice", and boy! I'm enjoying this immensely (as I expected) -- not only you've written a brilliant, captivating story, but in reading it I've developed a new appreciation for the Second Age and its pantheon.

Honestly, I'd love to have this story (printed and in a hrad cover) on my bookshelf, next to the HoME :D

"Honestly, I'd love to have this story...on my bookshelf, next to the HoME :D"

With illustrations by Robinka! :^D

I'm thrilled to pieces that you're reading this and taking the time to comment.  Given how much I love your work and respect your abiding enjoyment and knowledge of things Tolkienian, it's an honor that you are enjoying the story.

It looks like dark, heavy clouds hover above Samaril, poor smith. He's going to stay in Imladris, while the others will be marching to war -- the war which he sees his personal business with his former mentor. And the feelings that the rescued child evoked don't help at all.

I do appreciate the lighter tone that slips into the tale from time to time, namely Glorfindel's mention of the jokes, and Thorno's remarks. The side characters are adorable and very well developed, too.

Great job, Pande! Really, really great!

<<“Istyar! What a surprise! You are not filthy for a change. What have we done to deserve this honor?”>>

LMAO! Gotta love casual (read: sarcastic) remarks.

I'll second Oshun's review here by saying that there's nothing better in f-fiction than picking bits of canon, putting them together (an analogy to painting a blank canvas comes to mind), and then filling the space with awesome details, background colors and so on.

Love the allusions to the LaCaE ;) LOVE them!

Mélamírë reminds me of Maria Curie. Hear me utter a *squeeeeeee* ;)

Heh.  One of the themes of the story is commentary on LaCE.  I see it not as biological reality (it truly stretches this life scientist's imagination to the breaking point to buy into this), but rather as a set of edicts handed down to the Eldar by way of the Vatican Valar.  Mélamírë may very well be related to Maria Curie of Pandë!verse history. :^)